So, last night I had a dream. I RARELY remember dreams…
So, because I recalled it, I felt like it was important in some way…
I used AI to help me recreate the visual…this is pretty spot on.
It began with me walking barefoot through the woods.
I wore a flowing white gown, bathed in moonlight. All the coloring of everything seem ethereal. Like I was walking between worlds.
The forest wasn’t dark — it was alive, glowing, sacred. And then without a single sound… a wolf appeared before me…stepping onto the path I was walking on.
Neither of us seems surprised by the encounter. Neither of us ran.
There was zero fear. We just stood there taking each other in.
There was no threat, no anger, no anything — except recognition.
It felt like we were speaking without words.
An understanding passed between us without a single word spoken.
I felt safe. I felt seen. I felt known in a way that only something ancient can know you.
Upon waking…I tried to pay attention to the details that were still fresh. What was the meaning behind each thing I saw?
To me, the wolf is instinct. It is the wild-side of one’s self. The part of us that remembers who we were before the world told us who to be.
The white gown felt like purity — not of innocence, but of truth. The kind of truth that comes after shedding old skins. It felt…freeing.
The moonlit forest felt like the subconscious — the hidden, the mystical, the intuitive realms we don’t always let ourselves walk through…it literally felt I walked through the veil.
Maybe the dream was a reminder: You don’t have to tame your wildness to be safe. You don’t have to silence your intuition to be accepted. When you meet your power with openness instead of fear… it meets you gently.
Have you ever dreamed of an animal that felt like more than just an animal?
